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Dark fear & war
Cold in my skin, hardened like dead
wax, I sit in the darkness and envision
that soft flame that burned brightly for
everyone, lighting the way in better
days. Sirens wail, lost souls scream,
the gutters run with acid rain. Like a
one note rhythm on a heartbeat drum,
the clock ticks, the pendulum swings,
as throughout the dead zone, each second
the present falls back into the past, while
it falters toward a future, which ends
when it begins, marching in a lockstep
down the calendar of regrets tick by tick.
Everything is gone. There is no reason
to go on. For too many of us, faith, hope,
charity, compassion, liberty, equality,
fraternity, have all died in a country
that lost its dream of decency.
Let There Be Light
Artists live where all dreams end. Truth, Illusion, are a dance
of apparitions. You try to capture it. Smoke and mirrors is
what you usually get – but sometimes life’s magic...
This is a cold, mechanistic planet we inhabit, indifferent to
our wishes, dreams, fears, passions. It will do what it must
with us, as trapped as we are in its dominion of cause and
effect and we can forget about free will, good, evil, god, the
devil. It’s much more illusive than that. We are all players
on a stage, not authors or directors. The script was written
long ago in one big bang on which the curtain will ultimately
close – which does nothing to diminish our intense capacity
to experience the miracle and wonder of it. It ends quick.
REX SEXTON, Excerpt from Artist Statement.
|PUBLISHED WITH PERMISSION
Rex Sexton is an
painter, writer, and
poet in Chicago and
poetry and prose
have appeared in
cutting edge literary
The artwork, stories,
and poems in his
Eyes, published in
critical acclaim by
JUDY COLLINS &
|POET & ARTIST
DIED 31 AUG 2015